Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.